To be “senseless,” is to lack the ability to feel. It can also mean useless, unreasonable or unconscious. For someone in my age bracket, senseless can mean the loss of physical sensations like, hearing, taste, touch, smell or see. All of the senses become shaded and void of feeling over time. I guess I could be called senseless for all but one of those senses. I can still see pretty good. I had cataract surgery this year and my vision is better than ever.

There are some senses that aren’t really included in those five physical senses, such as common sense, keen sense, nonsense. The sense to do the right thing – to be proactive – to think things through – to change the way you do things without question. Making changes along the way, our once youthful bodies now sag, lag and often drag. We make adjustments to accommodate our now transitioning and often failing frame. Change is good for the most part but can cause big alterations to our life. Such are the seasons of the year. We adjust to the colder temperatures by donning more clothes. We shed those clothes when the sun hangs around longer. Life is kind of like a metamorphosis in a way. We are constantly changing.

The One that never changes – the One who is always available – the One who is consistent in His love for us – is the One we can count on, even when our faces begin to look like worn out leather shoes. That is one thing that truly makes sense.

 “But the wisdom from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, open to reason, full of mercy and good fruits, impartial and sincere.” James 3:17 ESV